radiantbaby | now mary, part one

here is a bit of my new fic. hopefully this will be easier to write as i have most of it planned out in my head. this first part is a bit vague, but don't worry, it will all come together...i hope....
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TITLE: Now Mary
GENRE: Romance, Drama, Alternate reality?
KEY MEMBER(S): Jacky White (not to be confused with Little Jacky Paper)
SYNOPSIS: Jack’s early encounters Maribeth Suzanne Lee, the girl who would greatly inspire his road to the White Stripes and his reunion with her in the present.
RATING: Hmm, I think I am going to go with an R on this one.
FEEDBACK: Please…please…please – either in the community or email, I’m not that picky
MISC: Remember this is fiction, I do not presume to know facts about Jack’s younger years, so yes, I have a few taken liberties with names and dates for the fluidity of the story. Oh yeah, they say over on the Little Room FAQ that Jack went to Cass Tech. Whether that is true or not, all I have to say is its one big place!

Jack Gillis wasn’t a very popular kid in his school. He always seemed to follow his own sort of lead and people like that often don’t have many friends. Still, though he was probably much more forward thinking than most of the others in his school, he considered himself rather ordinary. He didn’t know that day, though, walking into class, that his “ordinary” life was going to change forever.

He settled in the back of the class as he always did - him and the teachers never quite getting along, so he always tried to keep his distance. He found himself often just trying to hide in the back of the class, getting as far as he could from the sharp words of the teachers and his ever-jeering peers. He sat at his usual desk in the far back left and began to pull out his textbook and paper, when someone caught his eye at the front of the class.

She had long fiery-red hair, cut in an almost Betty Page-esque style, and she wore a green and black baby doll dress which emphasized her eyes so well he could practically see them all the way from where he sat. She was speaking with the teacher, Mr. Barclay, who then pointed her towards the seats of the class. The mystery girl looked around and towards the back, catching Jack looking at her. Jack quickly looked down at his book in embarrassment.

She smiled at him, though he could not see it, and lifted her backpack to her shoulder and made her way towards the back of the class. Jack snuck a glance at her coming towards him, his heart beginning to race and her movements now seeming to be in slow motion. She was right next to his desk, as he gripped the sides of it to steady himself, still looking down at the book before him, though certainly not reading it.

She sat down next to him. It was the only open seat in the class. For a moment, he was both thankful and absolutely terrified.

“Hello, my name is Mary,” she whispered to him, tilting her head to try and make eye contact with him.

Jack held tighter to the desk, his palms sweating, and forced himself to look at her. Her green eyes penetrated his very being, seemingly able to see right into his soul.

“I’m…I’m…” he stammered.

“Jack! Stop talking. Its time for class to start,” Mr. Barclay scolded, now standing between them.